My grandmother passed away last night.

I'm obviously devastated, but in some way, I'm glad she's at peace. For almost a year she was holed up in a nursing home. Her arthritis was so bad, she couldn't knit or do anything with her hands. She hated TV. Her eyes were gone so she couldn't read, and she could only listen to music for a shirt period of time before it aggravated her. We knew straight from the get go that she wouldn't be able to go home, but she always talked about going home. She was so depressed. They even put her on anti-depressants. The days must have felt like months in that place. After my grandfather died, she started to go even more downhill. She kept asking "when's Phil coming to visit?" and mum would have to remind her. "Oh. No more Phil." she would say. It broke my heart. I hope Fardy came to meet her to take her into the afterlife. It is a tragedy she is gone but I hope she's finally happy.